Peter secured Sara to the bed. The restraints were not too tight, allowing her arms and knees to bend.
"Comfortable?" He asked, looking down at her naked, helpless body.
"Yes Master."
Peter trailed his fingers up and down her arm, watching her body shiver in anticipation.
"What would you like me to do to you, slut?"
"Whatever pleases you Master."
Peter swore under his breath. What pleased him at the moment was to keep her. Permanently. But he knew that wasn't possible. It hadn't been part of the deal he had made. He was asked to train her. And he did. Now it was time to hand her over to her new and permanent, Master.
But first he needed to have her mouth around him one more time. He unzipped his slacks and pulled his hard cock out. He knelt on the bed over her. He lifted her head and placed a pillow beneath it, raising her up to meet him.
"Suck my cock." He said, guiding it to her mouth.
Sara opened her mouth and took Peter deep inside. She pulled at her bonds as she lifted her head to get closer to him, to take all of him. He shifted and then he was on his hands and knees above her, his cock hanging above her waiting mouth. Sara took her time sucking his cock. She rubbed it with her tongue, nibbled the big head with her teeth. His heavy breathing told her he was getting close. She took him deep and tightened her lips around him, sucking hard on his thick cock.
"Swallow my cum Sara." Peter growled seconds before throwing his head back and shouting as he spewed cum down her waiting throat.
Sara continued to suck as Peter's cock convulsed in her mouth. She vaguely remembered how much she hated doing this when they had first started this.
Peter pulled his cock away and climbed off the bed. He kept his eyes on Sara as he tucked his now flacid cock back into his slacks and zipped them up. He pulled a black scarf from his pocket and knelt beside the bed. He trailed the scarf over her bare pussy, up her stomach, between her breasts and to her cheek. He removed the pillow and tied the scarf securely around her head.
"This is out last meeting, my little slut." Peter whispered at her ear.
"Master?"
"It's time for you to meet your new Master."
"But I don't want a new Master, Peter. I want you." And she meant it. Sara surprised herself at how true those words were.
Peter let his name pass. She was scared, he could see it in her tense body.
"You were only mine to train Sara."
"The money?"
"It's all taken care of. And you will be too. I promise."
Sara felt him lean closer and place a soft kiss against her parted lips. And then he was gone.
****
The room remained quiet for several minutes. Sara hated the feeling of helplessness that consumed her. She wanted to call out to Peter. But she knew better now. A few months ago, she had no idea what was expected of a submissive. She had no idea what it meant to give up control and receive the ultimate in pleasure. Now she did. And though she was nervous, she was also excited.
The bed dipped by her head and she realized that she had not been alone as she had feared. She turned her head and something warm and smooth traced over her lips. Opening her mouth, Sara took the thick cock in deep. A small hiss followed as Sara started to suck and lick it.
It wasn't long before her body started to tingle. Her pussy was soaked and her nipples and clit throbbed. She felt the cock in her mouth thicken and lengthen. She sucked greedily, waiting for him to cum. She wanted to prove that she was a good sub.
With a growl, he grabbed her face and held her still as he fucked her mouth and after three deep thrusts, spewed his cum down her throat.
Sara felt his hold loosen and her head fell back onto the bed. Her body was on fire and she needed to cum. More than that, she needed to hear his voice. But she knew better than to speak.
She listened as he moved around the room. Her fear returned. She knew nothing about her new Master. What kind of man was he? Would he beat her? She felt the bottom of the bed dip and her body tensed. His large hands trailed up the insides of her calves to her thighs. His hot breath on her heated flesh had her breath catching.
Sara's hips shot of the bed at the first touch of his tongue against her aching clit. His hand on her stomach pushed her back down and held her still while he licked and sucked the sensitive bit of flesh. Sara bit her lip to stifle the moans that threatened to escape. His tongue felt so good on her as he licked her bare outer lips, tugging on her swollen clit with his teeth. She felt his fingers spread her wide and then his tongue dipped inside her dripping hole.
"Edge!"
Immediately he was gone. She felt the bonds on her arms and legs loosen and then she was turned over. His hands were on her body, arranging her on her hands and knees. Sara wished he would say something. Not being able to hear his voice, his commands, started to worry her. His fingers pulled and stretched her nipples and she gasped as she felt the cold, sharp sting of nipple clamps. She took a couple of deep breaths and let her body get used to the feeling.
He moved away and she heard him around the room. She couldn't take the silence any longer and was about to speak when she felt his hands on her ass. He had large hands, she noticed. They massaged and spread her ass cheeks. One hand dipped down and delved into her soaked slit.
"You are soaked, my slut." His voice was deep and hoarse.
Startled by his voice, Sara raised her head and looked over her shoulder.
SMACK!
"Head down!"
Sara realized her mistake and quickly assumed her former position.
"You need to be punished."
Sara started to get nervous. What exactly did he mean by punished? Peter she knew and trusted. She didn't know this man. She didn't like this man.
"You are familiar with the crop." It wasn't a question and Sara knew he wasn't looking for an answer.
"You will count them and thank me for them. I want to make this ass of yours nice and red."
Sara knew what to expect. Peter had used the crop of her at their last meeting. She could do this, she told herself.
She heard the sound of it swishing through the air a moment before it connected with her bare ass.
SMACK!
Sara screamed with the first stinging blow.
"Another sound and it will be the cane."
Sara closed her eyes beneath the blindfold and waited for the pain to lessen.
"Are you forgetting something?"
"One. Thank you Master."
SMACK!
"Two. Thank you Master."
Sara couldn't help the tears that clogged her throat as her new Master beat her with the crop. She counted to ten, thanking him for each one. She heard the crop hit the floor and then his hand was between her thighs, stroking her soaked pussy. And she was soaked. Sara couldn't believe her body was so turned on by a beating. Her ass was stinging and yet she was on the verge of cumming.
His fingers slid easily inside her. With his thumb he rubbed her clit while he finger fucked her.
"Edge!" Sara cried, her body a mass of nerves.
"Come for me." He ordered, his thumb working frantically over her swollen clit.
Sara threw her head back and cried out as her body tightened and shook with the force of her orgasm. His fingers continued to rub and pull at her clit as her body convulsed.
"That's a good slut." He whispered, his hands moving to rub her sore ass.
His hands were like magic and soon the pain turned to a dull ache. Sara held back her sigh of pleasure. Her head hung between her shoulders as he continued to massage her ass.
"Do you like that slut?" He asked, teasing her opening.
